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Yan Beiquan, who left everything, came to the Fusang Army camp alone. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info today's meeting will definitely not be peaceful, he can guess that the Fusang people will never let him go back alive. But adventure has always been the man's interest, and he wants to not only go back, but also bring his woman back!

As soon as he arrived at the territory of the Fusang Army, someone walked out from behind the bunkers on both sides, both with light machine guns in their hands, needless to say that he also knew that they were waiting for him!

"What? Do you still want to search your body?" threw out four words in a cold voice, Yan Beiquan's eyes were cold, and he glanced at the two people with disdain.

The two men with guns looked at each other and nodded, as if they were very satisfied with the man's cleverness. One of them also gave a thumbs up, and the corners of his mouth spat out a foreign Chinese dialect.

If Long Jinyu didn't understand what they were saying, it was a pity that they met Yan Beiquan. This man has studied abroad in Fusang for many years, and he knows no less than Fusang people there.

Knowing that these were just two pawns, he didn't make a move, but just asked to see the commander of the Fuso Army, and his wife. The two pawns couldn't be the masters, so they could only run to ask the officials.

The position of the Fuso Army, the command room of the commander-in-chief, Yan Beiquan met the legendary supreme commander of the Fuso army, Katsuichi Miyamoto, his old acquaintance!

"Mr. Miyamoto-" Yan Beiquan didn't expect that it was not only Miyamoto Yukiko who came to China, but also Miyamoto Yuki's father. Unexpectedly, the first time he met the Fusang army was brought by this acquaintance he had known in Fusang!

"Well--Shijie! I didn't expect you to recognize me at a glance after all these years! I'm very happy to be your teacher! Come, please take a seat-" The man he called Miyamoto was a middle-aged man with a deep momentum.

Standing in the command room, he was dressed in a straight and neat military uniform, and his cold face seemed to show an extremely light smile after seeing the man.

"Good. "It's a makeshift command room, but it's full of everything. From tea to drinking to tatami mats.

"Please take a seat!" said the request, and the Fuso commander took the lead in kneeling down on the tatami mat.

Yan Beiquan sat opposite him, and the two of them looked at each other, pondering each other's thoughts.

As soon as the two of them sat down, someone from outside came in with food and drinks, which looked like they were entertaining guests.

The dish is very simple, and there is only a small pot of wine, Yan Beiquan knows in his heart that Miyamoto is not inviting him to drink at all, but is testing him, and the commander of the Northern Army dares to come to fight alone, of course he has to explore the truth carefully.

"Come, Shijie, taste the taste of the sake I made, and when I leave my hometown, I always feel that the aroma of the sake I make is purer, and this is really a good place-" He poured Yan Beiquan a glass and another glass for himself. I smelled the fragrance of the crystal clear sake and closed my eyes in enjoyment.

"Why don't you drink it?" Seeing that the man didn't make a move, Miyamoto drank the wine in one gulp, and his eyes fell on the man's wine glass.

Yan Beiquan's cold eyes sank on the delicate porcelain wine glass for a few seconds, and his slender fingers hooked the glass.

With calm eyes, there was no emotion on the man's cold and handsome face, only Yan Beiquan himself knew that his heart was changing like a storm at this moment.

"What's the matter, don't even give this face to the teacher?" Miyamoto claimed to be Yan Beiquan's teacher, and his aggressive tone was more like an order.

Hearing his words, the man smiled angrily, a shallow arc appeared at the corner of his thin and cool lips, and a trace of coldness crossed his eyes: "I don't like to drink sake, you should know this!" Yan Beiquan doesn't like sake, which Miyamoto already knew. However, looking at Miyamoto's meaning, if he doesn't drink this glass of wine today, I'm afraid it will be difficult to talk about it again. Thinking that Long Jinyu was still in their hands, the man's eyes tightened suddenly, and he tilted his head and poured his glass.

Seeing Yan Beiquan drink a glass of sake, Katsuichi Miyamoto finally showed a smile. Sure enough, Yan Beiquan is no longer the Yan Beiquan of the past, the current Yan Beiquan is colder and more imposing than before, even if he sits face to face, he feels the momentum of the man opposite like a king. Katsuichi Miyamoto picked up the flask again and poured himself a glass, his movements were steady, unhurried, as if everything was under his control.

"Shijie, you and I are very clear, do you understand the meaning of my invitation this time?"

The man who was playing with the wine glass paused his fingers slightly, raised his eyes slightly, looked at the black and thin face that showed fortitude, hooked up a deeper arc, and said in a deep voice: "Please? I don't even know that Mr. Miyamoto is also please? I don't know, Mr. Miyamoto's 'invite' Yan someone to come?" Yan Beiquan specially aggravated the word invitation, if Miyamoto Katsuichi is also an invitation, then the Northern Army and Fusang are not called wars, just say that they are fighting!

How could Miyamoto, who had worked hard in the military and political arena for many years, not understand the meaning of the man's words, he smiled, raised his hand and tasted the wine with a kind face. Caught Long Jinyu and threatened Yan Beiquan to come, this trick was not something he came up with, but someone else. He won't carry this black cauldron, after all, Yan Beiquan is a talent in the military world, and he didn't find this talent to pull hatred.

With a light smile, Miyamoto Katsuichi continued: "Of course, we invited Mrs. first before we dared to invite you. Shijie is now the powerful overseer of Huaxia and the commander of the twelve provinces of Beijiang, if we don't have any bargaining chips, how dare we alarm you?"

"Where are the people?" There was no nonsense in one word, and the man still cherished the words like gold, and asked directly to the point.

Knowing who he was asking, Miyamoto did not beat around the bush, but directly confessed, "Madame is not fake with me, but I didn't capture it, but your subordinates personally sent it." You say, if the lady comes, if I don't do my best to be a landlord, does it seem that I am very rude?" Miyamoto Katsuichi spoke very good Chinese, and he was almost very fluent in conversational with Yan Beiquan.

"Doesn't it see? I haven't seen Mr. Miyamoto in a few years, but Miyamoto's Chinese has improved a lot?

"No, no, no... I didn't tell a lie, what I said was true, the person who sent the lady was in our army camp at this time, and I heard the sentry say that his surname was Shen-" The surname Shen mentioned by Miyamoto made Yan Beiquan's eyes tighten suddenly. There are many soldiers in the Northern Army, and he can't remember all the surnames and names. But the first thing he thought of was Shen Ruochen, and he could see that Shen Ruochen was more or less hostile to him. Although the one surnamed Shen he refused to use was Shen Ruochen, he believed Miyamoto's words, after all, he wouldn't lie to himself about this.

"You don't believe me? It doesn't matter, the two armies are fighting, you and I are life and death enemies when we get off this tatami mat, you can not believe me. However, I want to tell you that there is far more than one surnamed Shen who helps us, there is also a person surnamed Feng, the commander of the Northern Army has always been smart, he should know who it is without me saying, right?" The surname he said was Feng Qiwen, the son of Feng Batian, but anyone who knew Feng Jiajun knew that this Feng Qiwen was just a dou who could eat and drink, and couldn't support the wall, without Feng Batian's order, he would not have thought of climbing the high branch of Fusang.

Slowly putting down the glass with the hand that was playing with the wine glass, Yan Beiquan nodded thoughtfully, and said uninhibitedly: "Do you think I will be interested in these?"

"If that's the case, then I can tell you the truth, Yan has always disliked watching dramas, and only likes to listen to dramas! If you have anything to say, just say it!" Without beating around the bush, Yan Beiquan said neatly. This is no better than the position of the Northern Army, in the territory of other people, full of dangers.

Moreover, he was not interested in the affairs of the Feng family, and the reason why he gave them things in the first place was because the Northern Army had just moved into Beihua City, and his foundation was not stable. And the current Northern Army, how can it be defended by a small Feng family's army!

"Don't worry, don't you want to meet your wife? Madame is really beautiful, she has a kind of oriental feminine beauty, very beautiful, but you are not worthy of her. You are a soldier, sooner or later you will die on the battlefield, can you bear to let her follow you in fear!" "Miyamoto Katsuichi's ugly words deliberately wanted to anger this man, he wanted to see how important Long Jinyu was in Yan Beiquan's heart, and to see if his treasure was right this time.

"I knew this the day I put on my uniform, so I don't need to be reminded. ”

"Then I'll let you husband and wife meet, by the way-I heard Madame say that she only hates you, hates you for forcibly marrying her, and doesn't want to see you again when she says it's death-" Miyamoto's smug smile flashed, and Yan Beiquan listened to these words, his fists clenched. These words seemed to be said by Long Jinyu, whether it was the girl's original words or not, the man's eyes tightened a little.

"Someone, please bring the lady of the commander of the Northern Army—" Miyamoto said, and a guard who had been standing outside the door received the order to trot away.

Not long after, a report sounded outside the door, and it wasn't until Katsuichi Miyamoto spoke that people outside dared to walk in.

The guards were followed by a petite, somewhat embarrassed girl, and two men in military uniforms. As soon as Long Jinyu came in, Yan Beiquan cast all his eyes on her, although he didn't see any traces of injury, but the girl's pale face still made his heart tighten, she must be very scared alone!

Even though he was worried, his face was still as calm as ever, and there was no emotional fluctuation on his cold face, Yan Beiquan sat on the tatami mat, and his slender fingers knocked down on the table, looking lazy, like a noble and cold Persian cat.

After seeing that the girl was nothing serious, he noticed that the people who followed Long Jinyu were one of the Fusang officers and the other was the commander of the Feng family's army, Feng Batian's unpromising son, Feng Qiwen!

As soon as Feng Qi heard that he arrived at the command room, his face immediately changed, and the majesty he had when he interrogated Long Jinyu no longer existed. He didn't know Yan Beiquan, he only felt that this man had a cold momentum that could not be ignored, and glanced at the man slightly, Feng Qiwen cast his eyes on Miyamoto Katsuichi, and said with a flattering smile: "Your Excellency Miyamoto, the person you want has brought!" He said and raised his eyebrows and glanced at Long Jinyu, the girl noticed his dirty gaze, and turned her head coldly.

Now all she thinks about is Yan Beiquan, he finally came! It is impossible for him not to know the danger here, but he still came, why? Is it for her? The original sentence flashed in her heart, Yan Beiquan, what kind of man are you, is it worth it to break into this Longtan tiger's den for yourself?!